How
dare you
come at me
with this retort?
Inappropriate
levity will not stand!
Take your tongue-in-cheek elsewhere!
It’s frivolous and facetious.
How dare you? We have ladies present!
Now shoo, take your flippant remarks with you!
It
took you
way too long
to trust me when
I was already
all wound up in this love.
Your willingness to provide
me with security, comfort,
and peace appeared incredibly late.
Now, all you’re doing is playing catch-up.
Now, all I’m doing – losing interest.
The flame, once bright, shines so much less now.
The feelings of desire have peaked.
Thinking about our future.
Where do we go from here?
Turning away now.
Letting go now.
Goodbye then.
It’s too
late.
Try
to find
me while I
am hidden here.
I know you can’t see
me behind this tall tree!
This small frame fits perfectly.
Giggling at my brilliance – Tee Hee!
Aren’t you amazed at my mad skills?
Look how cleverly I’ve concealed myself!
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83
I
wonder
if they are
happy to be
gawked at by many
people, being displayed
upside down here in this hall?
Are the many voyeurs fearful?
What if the strings break sending people
art crashing down hard on top of their heads?
The
cancer
impacts her
frame harshly and
leaves visible scars.
Her skirt hangs so loosely.
Her rings jangling so easy.
Her face in the mirror so gaunt.
These changes force her to face the truth.
Damn you, cancer! Nothing will be the same.
I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.
Time for bed, long day over.
her thoughts slow
tired
needs her bed now
slides under clean sheets
sighing now
her nerves easing up
last minute thoughts swirl
one more solution eeked out
returning to calm
tiny drips of rain
nature’s language speaks outside
lulling her to sleep
wind
wafting through
the open window
caresses her blonde hair
sweetly
But this woman named Bocks
mightily tossed and turned her locks.
Diligently tried to get settled,
to feel tucked in and nestled.
Shouldn’t have had whiskey on the rocks.
She
wishes
for a quick
turn into the
void.
It’s
slow to
happen though.
Turning, tossing
She asks “When will this sleep finally come?”
slowly
but surely, dear
your dreams are calling you
today becomes a memory
drifting
Finally, she sleeps!
Eyes fully closed and relaxed.
Slight snores can be heard
escaping from her moist lips.
Little tics move her fingers.
dreaming
floating on air
meeting her younger self
the mini-me says hi to her
hugs, kisses, joy, and fun to be had now
playing high in the clouds with glee
such a good time they had
with each other
dreaming
But
now it’s
time to go
back to the real
world again. So sad.
Wake up, says the alarm!
Time to get up for work now.
A new day to do it over
again, only to head back to this
bed once more to slumber very deeply.
Can you identify all the styles?
I
am the
keeper of
the key holding
back the secrets of
the universal truths.
Some wisdom will be revealed,
some you will learn without my help,
some must remain hidden forever.
I alone know what’s best for your future.
Inspired by Dark Netizen – The Wacky Weekend Challenge #6 – Jelly
This
need to
covet things
from the others,
to act so jelly.
Stop being possessive.
What’s wrong with the human race?
It’s evidently rampant now.
Be careful your envy is showing.
So’s your disgusting greedy behavior!
Oh,
please see
that you must
protect me now.
I’ve given so much
for your survival here.
Take care of me, it’s your turn.
Give to me what will sustain you.
I was beauty, strength, and nourishment.
Your treatment of me shows something ugly.
This Etheree poem inspired by Hélène Vaillant – What Do You See 11/13/18
Image above from the post.
